The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best for you. ‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. “So you still think of me as husband, even though we have long since tired of each other.
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